Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Moldova and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nico to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.